First Love
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My brother brought George home one day,
I heard their bikes rumbling and roaring loud;
and then he was standing in my driveway,
he was a GOD in black leather, a real bad boy.
It was at that moment, I fell in love,
and the sky became clouded.
The next day he came looking for me,
and we went roaring on his big black bike;
and soon against advice, we began to date,
soon, I moved in- but he had a dark secret.
I loved him so much, he was perfect,
I chose not to see the drinking and bad temper;
he had a charm and had me chained,
with his kisses and words, I was soon his slave.
I lost myself somewhere in this love,
and I was falling into a pit.
Ashamed to admit my mistake at first love,
one day, he broke my nose and I crawled home;
in my parents arms I found myself again,
because of him I lost everything, my job, my money.
But he was not finished with me yet,
he charmed his way back.
Again I was trapped in this tragic love,
he said he needed me and I thought I needed him;
I loved him with all my heart and soul.
then one day, it happened he was gunned down.
His secret- he was in a bike gang,
a motorcycle gang deadly.
It took time but I emerged from the nightmare,
that was my first love, I learned my lessons well;
but for all the awful things that happened,
I find myself sad when I recall my poor lost George.
And still I bring him red roses often,
to his lonely, unloved grave.
---------- October 2, 2016 ----------
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For the contest, First Love
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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